your name is so tricky

"Choose one of you both, come here." Tang Shiyang stood sideways, standing next to the man in the black suit, who took off his white coat and looked like a public relations manager of a nightclub, not at all inferior The one next to him.

Song Yan crossed her arms with both hands, raised her legs, raised her chin slightly and scanned the front. In just a dozen seconds, his eyes stopped on a boy in a white shirt, and he said: "The one in the white shirt, It's just you." The boy who was pointed out smiled slightly, thanked Song Yan, walked over shyly, and sat down beside Song Yan.

Mr. Ao coughed dryly a few times, and felt that the sweat on his forehead was about to come out.It's not like he hasn't asked for a seat in a nightclub before, but the people there are all girls, but the group in front of him are all boys, which is really hard for him to accept.So he said, "I'll forget it, just enjoy yourself."

Tang Shiyang grinned, seeing that he didn't seem to want to let Mr. Ao go, he turned his head and looked at the boys and said, "My buddy, he's here for the first time, so I'm a little embarrassed, if anyone of you likes him, sit on him." go around."

As soon as the words were finished, the boys all looked at Mr. Ao.Some people leaned forward, but did not dare to take a step forward.After a stalemate for a while, the public relations manager couldn't stand it any longer, so he walked up to the boys and pulled them out one by one to introduce to Mr. Ao.It's a pity that Mr. Ao just didn't say a word.

The public relations manager let go of the boy in his hand, and walked towards Mr. Ao directly. He bent down and smiled, and whispered in Mr. Ao's ear: "It's better to say that you don't like these, or I will wait for you Let another dial in."

Mr. Ao said: "No need, just follow what that gentleman said, if anyone likes me, come here."

The public relations manager straightened up, and said to the boys in a stern voice: "Why are you pretending to be reserved, hurry up, if I were a few years younger, I would rush over to see you all look worthless."

According to the PR manager, the boys looked at each other in dismay, and then there was a stalemate for a while, one of the boys was pushed out, as if the person next to him did it, the boy who was pushed out looked back, his whole face flushed red Yes, the person behind made a face at him, and then gestured with his hand as if to cheer him up.The boy who was pushed out couldn't go back, but could only go forward. Mr. Ao moved his buttocks to make room for some space, and the boy sat down with a nervous expression on his face.

Tang Shiyang was the most playful person on the field, he casually hooked a boy's neck, turned around and sat down on the sofa.After that, the rest of the people said in unison, "Brothers have a good time", and then followed the PR manager out.

The boy sitting next to Tang Shiyang seemed to have been in this business for a while, and there was no waiter in the box, so he poured the wine himself, and everyone on the field paid respects one by one.After toasting, he sat back beside Tang Shiyang again. Tang Shiyang pinched his face, then kissed his white and tender cheeks, but glanced at Song Yan. Unexpectedly, Song Yan completely ignored him. The boys around were chatting happily.

Afterwards, Mr. Ao also looked at the people around him. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his white and tender face blushed at every turn. Mr. Ao found it interesting, so he asked, "What's your name?"

The boy raised his head, blinked his eyes, and said, "My name is Amo".

Amo is a shy boy, only 19 years old this year.Mr. Ao gave full play to his eloquence, put on the appearance of a confidant brother, and questioned Amo like checking his account, as if he would not stop until he found out the reason why he came to work at night.Song Yan couldn't listen anymore when she was sitting next to her, so she pulled Mr. Ao to her side and said that he had too many things to do.Tang Shiyang came over with a wine glass, took Mr. Ao to drink, and asked him to go up and roar a few times, so he was the only one who could hear singing.

The three of them were purely drinking, singing and chatting. If the manager saw this, the boys would be scolded, so the boys could only voluntarily come together. At first glance, it seemed that they were here to consume.The wine was almost drunk, and it was getting late. Tang Shiyang paid the tip and pulled Song Yan into his car. He didn't know where he was going.Amo sent Mr. Ao to the door, and Mr. Ao told him to go in quickly, saying that he was only wearing a Pu shirt, so he would not be cold at night.Amo took out his mobile phone and handed it to Mr. Ao, saying that he wanted to leave a number.

Mr. Ao smiled, entered his mobile phone number without hesitation, pressed the dial button, and returned the mobile phone to Amo after the mobile phone in his pocket rang.

The car was parked at the entrance of the nightclub. Mr. Ao did not walk towards the car, but walked straight along the road.His head was a little dizzy, and what he drank just now was foreign wine mixed with drinks and ice cubes, his head was slow but full of stamina.Feeling something strange in his throat, Mr. Ao quickly rushed to the fence of the river, lay down on it and vomited, looking very embarrassed.As soon as the night wind blew, Mr. Ao felt relaxed and happy just as he vomited out half of the contents of his stomach.

In fact, he was particularly afraid of such a night, alone, with nothing to do.Looking around, the hurried pedestrians on the road seemed to be busy, and he was the only one who looked so leisurely.A red tricycle drove up in front of him, Mr. Ao beckoned, and the tricycle stopped not far away, walked a few steps forward, and then bent over to get into the car.

After about half an hour, the tricycle arrived at the destination. Mr. Ao paid the money and got out of the car. After the tricycle drove away, he still stood there without moving for a long time.

Hao Fang's little tricycle is downstairs, and it seems to be a bit older than before.Seeing the car parked there, he had an idea in his mind, he opened the car door and staggered into it, but he didn't expect the alcohol to come up again, and he lay down on the car seat as soon as his body softened.The inside of the car was very narrow, and he just lay curled up, vaguely feeling that there was still some smell of Hao Fang in the car.

In fact, there is no smell of Hao Fang, the small tricycle has been parked downstairs for more than half a year, and the owner of the car has long since left.He Yu said that he left this summer. He only knew that he went to Gansu to work as a teaching supporter, but he couldn't tell the exact location.After getting married, he never sent anything to Hao Fang's house. He originally wanted to continue to send things, but he was not sure when he would send them.

I bought two big bags that day and wanted Qi Ji to send them over.But not only did he ignore it, he also lost his temper for no reason.Normally, the two of them seldom quarreled seriously, but he didn't know how to fight back when he scolded Mr. Ao.He just felt that he couldn't lift his head up after being scolded for a long time, and he couldn't refute every word Qi Ji said.It's like the sons and daughters of China have listened to the sages of Confucius and Mencius for thousands of years, but anyone who understands the truth can understand it.Of course, Mr. Ao knows that what he is doing now is meaningless, it is purely for himself and others.

Things have never been delivered, and people have not been seen since the day before the wedding.Even when he was going to be a teaching supporter, he didn't know the news until he left. He Yu and Qi Ji kept it from him, and deliberately kept everything about Hao Fang from him.

Sometimes Mr. Ao would wake up in the middle of the night, and then go to the balcony to smoke for half the night.There are still those flowers and plants on the balcony, and women love flowers, so he usually takes good care of them regardless of Zhao Meng.When I first picked it up, the pot of Violet Viola was just a small plant. After changing it throughout the year, a few more plants appeared.In the flower season, the small purple flower buds will fill the whole pot, and the fragrance is still light and light.

It is normal to have quarrels in a marriage, and quarrels are inevitable in a long-term marriage.There were no quarrels in Mr. Ao's marriage, and Zhao Meng was always the one who lost his temper. What she complained about was that Mr. Ao didn't value his children or her.Always ask him if his heart is at home.No matter how Zhao Meng asked and how noisy he was, he didn't answer and didn't explain much.No one can normally deal with everything in life amidst regret and annoyance, and those who don't care are making trouble for no reason.The fault is that although he is alone, it is everyone involved who suffers.

If I had known today, why bother to lie in the small dusty tricycle, with the cold wind blowing, cursing myself.This taste is something he has never experienced in his whole life, even in the past 30 years.He has never said a word of liking to Hao Fang, but his heart is getting tighter and tighter on him.Time has diluted the relationship between the two, but it cannot wash away what has happened.And those things that happened naturally have passed away, and they have been labeled one by one in the days to come. When and where, what mood and for what reason, it is the blue sky after the clouds and mists are cleared, clear and bright. very.

Today, Mr. Ao walks in the mist and cannot see the lights.Finally he has the courage of a moth, but no one will light a torch for him again.